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Today is the day I escape this hell. They cannot keep me here any longer.

The nurse came in,lunch time, it's demeaning, in this jacket i cannot feed myself, I am fed like a baby. The spoon is plastic, in a way it is respect, they fear me. The tray is laden with soup, a bonus.

I hid in the corner she cannot see me here; swift kick, she's down, with joy I plant my foot on her head, forcing it into the scalding liquid. My first kill of the day, I feel elated. I broke the spoon, a sharp edge at last! The guard came in, warily as if I were a monster. Slit his throat as best I could; watching the blood spirt out from the opening, splattering on the damned jacket.

I felt alive, out I come from my confinment the padded prison, eternal nightmare. Ran through the halls, spoon in my mouth, any who got in my way now lie in the hands of their respected gods, who I believe have alot of explaining to do. such as, "how in hell's name can a man with a broken spoon in his mouth kill me?" and yet...

stabbed through eyes, dragged across throats, shoved down wind pipes, i can do it all. Killing is an art, so many ways to do the same thing. the door; locked! damn it all! I am too far to have it stop me. noise in the corridor, last guard , kicked him into the wall, he may very well be my freedom. He got up again, good man, stamina, kicked him again smashed his head into the lock. it broke lodged deep in his skull. I take now my victory.

The air sweet blows across my face, giddy with the joy of my spree with the blood across my face, the jacket, everything. Victory is mine, my statment is back in the institution. New life awaits, if only I could get out of this gods damned forsaken jacket!!!!